You go straight."Who are the guys in the jeeps?"you ask the man with the 5 o'clock shadow.He looks at you strangely."You know.Renegade CIA Black Ops."he answers."CIA?I thought they were on our side."you say using a female voice with a British accent."Their bent.What is wrong with you Vic?"your passenger inquires."I'm not Vic.This is a mistake.I went for a summer job and some crazy guy sent me here into her body.I'm not even a woman."you answer.Suddenly someone shoots your rear passenger tire.The car fishtails.You are able to steer it so that you and your partner aren't injured.However the car is totaled,Even though you aren't Victoria you seem to possess her skills like being an expert driver."I need you to snap out of it.If we are going to survive you need to be at your best.These men are Special Forces trained."your passenger says.The police have closed the lane and set up a perimeter.Black clad commandoes disembark from the jeeps and advance on the wreck with subguns.The CIA mercs must have shown the cops goverment ids.Your partner arms himself with an MP5 smg and you pull a Walther PPK out of a shoulder holster.
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